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yeah, i’ve got hideous blisters in a few places, including my forehead, but what’s surprising is that i have no smoke inhalation or red eye problems or anything.
i am really starting to think the radiant barrier insulation i had been using in the yurt must have been extremely flammable, because the more i think about it, the more there’s no way that fire should have been that violent. i mean– canvas burns, but it doesn’t, like, explode. that was nuts. i burnt my thumbs, forefingers, one palm, the top of one boob, one forearm, and my forehead, but my hair has nary a single singe in it, which is kind of amazing.
anyhow. i am fine, really i am, and i am slightly embarrassed about all of it– really, who burns down a tent?? two different fire companies and two other different police forces showed up, it has been the Talk of the Neighborhood, but everyone’s been nice.
I had the yurt because it was portable because the purchase of the farm was uncertain, in 2015. now it’s 2019 and they’re stuck with this property until they die. so i don’t need a thing i can fold down and fit into my car and roof rack anymore.
so i’m considering my options. a cheap camper is probably like, numero uno, but. i could also build a tiny house, apparently my nephew and my brother-in-law (not related) are both obsessed with them, so maybe it would be a fun project to make one. i might sign on to participate in that, but in the meantime i’d need somewhere to sleep, so. i’ll keep my options open. i’ll think it over. we’re still waiting to hear about various things for next season that will affect how much time i need to spend here; if a lot, then it’s more urgent, if less then well, there is a guestroom, i don’t need my own place at all really, it’s just been nice.
i also do have a home that’s fine and intact and needs my attention, so.
i sort of want to go home but it’s Dad’s 75th birthday and the party is Friday, so no way in hell am I leaving early.
Dude is mailing me the sole remaining power adapter for this computer, since I burned both of my spares. I am trying to figure out what else i actually lost in the fire, but i don’t know, and i’m so tired. tomorrow’s a slaughter day and i’m going to have to spend the day in gloves, because my hands are so blistered, and it’s not going to be a picnic. but heck, i spent last slaughter day in gloves because i’d cut my finger turning off a hose, so it’s not like this is new. my middle-little sister loaned me clothes, so i’m fine, and my slaughter jeans were inside because they’d been in my sister’s laundry from last time, so i’m all set.
i have 30% battery to last me until the mail comes on Wednesday, so i have to wind this up. in short, i’m fine, thanks for the sympathy, i gotta think about what to do but in the meantime i am in a guest room and everything is fine.
i went out to the burn site and looked around. we salvaged the wood stove; it’s fine and it wasn’t its fault. it needs new legs and a new door gasket.
i also salvaged an enamelware cup. i had used it to try to throw water on the fire when i realized i couldn’t find the fire extinguisher, and i dropped it when i slipped on the wet plywood platform running out the door to try to pull the roof off.
that’s all that’s left, nothing else is recognizable. springs from the mattress, bolts from the khana walls, S-hooks, and a single half-melted tube of lipstick to show where my backpack was. The firefighters kicked through and stirred up the ashes, so it’s all a big scrambled up jumble of nothing.
god, i can’t imagine if that was my house, if that was everything i owned– oh god! i’m so sorry to anyone who’s ever had a house burn.
but no, i’m fine, i’m going to think of something else. it’s fine, i needed a new start. i hope i don’t remember anything else i loved that was in there, is all.
i did lose my bullet journal. that was the longest i’d kept one going. oh well.
yeah, i’ve got hideous blisters in a few places, including my forehead, but what’s surprising is that i have no smoke inhalation or red eye problems or anything.
i am really starting to think the radiant barrier insulation i had been using in the yurt must have been extremely flammable, because the more i think about it, the more there’s no way that fire should have been that violent. i mean– canvas burns, but it doesn’t, like, explode. that was nuts. i burnt my thumbs, forefingers, one palm, the top of one boob, one forearm, and my forehead, but my hair has nary a single singe in it, which is kind of amazing.
anyhow. i am fine, really i am, and i am slightly embarrassed about all of it– really, who burns down a tent?? two different fire companies and two other different police forces showed up, it has been the Talk of the Neighborhood, but everyone’s been nice.
I had the yurt because it was portable because the purchase of the farm was uncertain, in 2015. now it’s 2019 and they’re stuck with this property until they die. so i don’t need a thing i can fold down and fit into my car and roof rack anymore.
so i’m considering my options. a cheap camper is probably like, numero uno, but. i could also build a tiny house, apparently my nephew and my brother-in-law (not related) are both obsessed with them, so maybe it would be a fun project to make one. i might sign on to participate in that, but in the meantime i’d need somewhere to sleep, so. i’ll keep my options open. i’ll think it over. we’re still waiting to hear about various things for next season that will affect how much time i need to spend here; if a lot, then it’s more urgent, if less then well, there is a guestroom, i don’t need my own place at all really, it’s just been nice.
i also do have a home that’s fine and intact and needs my attention, so.
i sort of want to go home but it’s Dad’s 75th birthday and the party is Friday, so no way in hell am I leaving early.
Dude is mailing me the sole remaining power adapter for this computer, since I burned both of my spares. I am trying to figure out what else i actually lost in the fire, but i don’t know, and i’m so tired. tomorrow’s a slaughter day and i’m going to have to spend the day in gloves, because my hands are so blistered, and it’s not going to be a picnic. but heck, i spent last slaughter day in gloves because i’d cut my finger turning off a hose, so it’s not like this is new. my middle-little sister loaned me clothes, so i’m fine, and my slaughter jeans were inside because they’d been in my sister’s laundry from last time, so i’m all set.
i have 30% battery to last me until the mail comes on Wednesday, so i have to wind this up. in short, i’m fine, thanks for the sympathy, i gotta think about what to do but in the meantime i am in a guest room and everything is fine.
i went out to the burn site and looked around. we salvaged the wood stove; it’s fine and it wasn’t its fault. it needs new legs and a new door gasket.
i also salvaged an enamelware cup. i had used it to try to throw water on the fire when i realized i couldn’t find the fire extinguisher, and i dropped it when i slipped on the wet plywood platform running out the door to try to pull the roof off.
that’s all that’s left, nothing else is recognizable. springs from the mattress, bolts from the khana walls, S-hooks, and a single half-melted tube of lipstick to show where my backpack was. The firefighters kicked through and stirred up the ashes, so it’s all a big scrambled up jumble of nothing.
god, i can’t imagine if that was my house, if that was everything i owned– oh god! i’m so sorry to anyone who’s ever had a house burn.
but no, i’m fine, i’m going to think of something else. it’s fine, i needed a new start. i hope i don’t remember anything else i loved that was in there, is all.
i did lose my bullet journal. that was the longest i’d kept one going. oh well.
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Date: 2019-10-29 11:19 pm (UTC)The blaze must have been spectacular. I mean, tents burn, but explode? Wow.
I think a tinyhouse might fun to build, but I don't think I would enjoy living in one. However, for a weekend, here and there, totes magotes. A cheap camper is probably more mobile in the long run, if that matters, but tinyhouses are way cool.